I woke as the sun light burned my face through the hospital window. Damien was sitting in a chair beside me. His head was down and his eyes were closed. He is sleeping on the chair very peacefully. As I observed the sleeping Damien, he looks more relaxed, without a care of the world. He was sleeping like a baby. Sleeping Damien and awake Damien are two different people. His lips were parted as he breathed in and out, rough snores were echoing the room. If it was someone else snoring, I would have woken them up cause snores are annoying. But here is Damien, I can't really do first, he is my boss, second, somehow his snores were not annoying. Even though he looked relaxed, he must be feeling uncomfortable in the chair.

I sat down on the bed and looked around for the time. There was no clock in the room but I saw a mobile on the table beside me, must be his. I tried to grab it but in the process I knocked the water bottle that was there, out on the floor, splashing the water, making noise and waking him up.

He looked at me with his sleepy eyes and at the floor. "Do you want something?" His voice was soft and drowsy. I thought he would be angry for making mess on floor and waking him up. Strange.

"Time." I said under my breath.

"It's half past 9." I nodded.

Then there was a knock on the door. The doctor came told us I could go home now. He asked if he could send some breakfast first but at the thought of having tasteless breakfast gave me nausea, much to my appreciation, Damien told him no.

"Here," Damien said as he gave me a little bag. I opened the bag and there was a fresh pile of others with toiletries.

I hurriedly went to the toilet to get ready, thanking God there was a shower, I felt stinky.

Just as I grabbed the clothes to wear I figured they were not mine. Huh! Where did he get them from? Keeping this in my mind to ask this later, I put the green dress on. After drying my hair I combed them in a high ponytail.

There was no makeup in the bag, not that I desperately needed. I am more of a natural type girl. Makeup doesn't really suit my skin.

I went out and Damien was talking to someone on phone. His suit was already changed and he looked fresh. There was no other toilet in the room so where did he change. Confused me then followed him outside.

While we were walking I asked, "Where did you get this dress from?"

As always I didn't get a reply. It seriously hurts when he ignores me all the time. Like who would like to get ignored. Gosh living with him is gonna be hard and boring. I'll always be speaking but he won't be answering. Rude, duh!

When we got out of the building towards his car. I stayed out as he got in. Am I allowed in? From his seat, he opened the door to my side and peeked at me. "Help yourself in, Miss Smith." So this time I'm allowed in? Bipolar man. Maybe I'm just out of hospital that's why he is pitying me.

I got in. As I folded my hands in annoyance of hunger, I ouched, It still hurts from the drip. Those doctors digged the drip too much inside. Ignoring the pain I looked out of window. As he drove in the city, without any music. I was feeling car sick now. Just wanted to puke. Maybe also because I was super hungry. Soon the car stopped infront of a fancy restaurant. Oh god tell me we are getting in there to eat. Of course.

"Let's go," He said and got out. I followed him in the fancy restaurant. My stomach was gowling in hunger as if it wasnt fed for thousands of years. At that time I wanted to eat everything in the resturant. People were sitting digging on their delicious breakfast and I looked at them licking my lips.

We were greeted by the manager or maybe that's the owner of the restaurant, "What a pleasant surprise to have you in my resturant, Mr Knight." He greeted. I noticed his feature. He looked familiar, like I have seen him before but where. His looks and accent was American so no one from England.

His eyes met mine and there was a moment of confusion in them. It felt like he was also thinking the same that we have met before.

"By any chance are you Winnie Smith?" He said, and I gulped down. Is he someone from my horrible past.

That face. As I was figuring it out. That face look like the same one which gave me nightmare for years. Is he him? I avoided his question but he dodged it back again, "Winnie?"

"Damn, you're so changed." He commented, as he came forward and out of sudden hugged me.

Grayson Davies.

My bully.

If you think only Damien is the reason behind me running to England from America then let me tell you,

Grayson Davies plays a part in it too.

He's still good looking and had the same aura, 'I'll bully you till you're dead.' He was more grown up though. I'd say his physique was more broad then Damien's.

'But Damien is a natural god.' My heart interested. Whatever.

Looking back to Grayson.

Nerd.

Ugly.

Fat.

Were the words he introduced to me.

This man made sure to make my school life a living hell.

I never told anyone neither my father that I was being bullied by my school mates.

I tried to get out of his hug. Feeling uncomfortable. I pushed him. He looked stunned but replaced his expression with a smile.

Damien cleared his throat indicating he is standing there. "You both know eachother?" his question wasn't directed towards anyone in particular.

Before Greyson could answer, I gave him sharp glare to keep it private and answered Damien, "He got the wrong person I guess." I said and without much attention, I grabbed Damien's hand, wanting to get way from Grayson.

As my hands touched his big ones. Our hands didn't match together neither fitted into eachother. His hand was cold and big while mine was small and warm. His was rough, mine was soft. But my heart felt at peace at this gesture of mine.

I dragged Damien to the table and sat down. Took deep breaths in relaxation. Gosh! that was hard.

Me with my two nightmares.

Damien, my debt collector.

Greyson, my bully.

Life keeps bringing my past in my eyes.

Now I wasn't really in a mood to eat. I just sat there with my deep thoughts and plain mood.

I don't want to eat in his restaurant.

Soon we were served with a delicious breakfast. I didn't even see a waiter coming. Maybe one came but I was too distracted to pay attention in my surrounding.

Even though I didn't want to eat but the food was too delicious to say no. I digged in without more of thinking. In the middle of the breakfast. Grayson decided to interrupt. Not again. I became alert at his presence.

Maybe Damien knew Greyson is another person on earth who doesn't like me. And now they became ally to make my life worst together?

That must be it.

I can't be just walking around, knocking my high school bullies out of sudden.

"Winnie, we need to talk. We need to clarify the past." He said as he handed me a card, "Call me."

"I don't want to clear anything." I said in a serious tone and tossed the card.

"We do. Please." His eyes were almost begging.

I felt like he is in desperate need to earn my forgiveness. Hah!

But I don't think that's what he wanna talk about. This man still looks like a bully maybe planning my murder or something.

"Please," He repeated. If my heart wasn't that soft I would have never said yes.

"Thank you." He passed me a genuine happy smile and left us to eat.

"Who is he?" Damien asked. Oh so being nosy, aren't we, Damien.

"None of your business, Mr Knight." I replied.

"One of your exes, isn't he." His statement didn't bother me. Think whatever you wanna think, Damien. For all I care. I need to get out of your hold too. Gosh! how much I hate you. I didn't answer, ignoring, the same way he does to me all the time.

I saw his eyes wondering around the card, he was shooting daggers at it, I hid it away from his sight to my pocket.

He jerked the spoon loudly on the plate, his face was like an angry bull. I continued eating while he sat there burning me with his glares.

Pietro Boselli as Grayson Davies.